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Chapter 73 Blood Loss

This time, Bai Renzong was invited to visit the store by the owner of Sanmao Beef Miscellaneous Rice Noodles. Like the previous Wangji burritos, their family is very confident in their own taste, but due to various force majeure, the store's business has been closed for a day. Not as good as a day.

Hearing what the regular customers in the shop had said about Lao Bai, he thought about turning a dead horse into a living horse doctor, and asked Bai Renzong to try it out.

The two sides briefly explained that the owner is called Zhao Lun, and he is over 40 this year. The store was inherited from his grandfather's generation, and it has always been like this for 50 years.

"Our family's beef offal powder and beef offal noodles have been the same recipe since my grandfather's generation. This soup base is also an old soup base that has been used for more than 40 years. I am absolutely confident in the taste and the portion is very generous!" Zhao said. Ren said confidently.

"Then why is the business not working?" Han Jiayi was directly attacked with a soul torture.

"Because, because..." Zhao Lun said, looking at the teaching building opposite, "The main source of business in our store is the students here and nearby residents... But, since last year, the residents of the street behind us The district was demolished, which led to a lot of deserted business, and then this year, the Beichang High School opposite us has stipulated that students must eat in the school cafeteria at noon..."

"So that's how it is." Bai Renzong was stunned, "But your family sounds like it should be a time-honored brand. Why hasn't the reputation continued?"

Zhao Lun showed shame on his face: "Well... When I, when I was young, I was arrogant and ignorant, and I didn't understand how important family is. At that time, my mind was full of myself, and I didn't want to take over this small shop. I want to go to the outside world for a while. My dad’s health was not very good during that time, and the store often spent three days fishing and two days drying the net..."

As he spoke, Zhao Lun rested his forehead and sighed: "But after I was beaten outside and fled home like a dog, those regular customers who I knew since I was a child encouraged and comforted me... At that time, I Only then did I realize that it was not this store that was to be continued, but the relationship between those people connected by this store..."

Bai Renzong nodded: "Okay, I've heard enough stories, now let's get down to business."

The boss had an expression of "I was just about to talk about the sensational part!"

After sitting down at the table with Han Jiayi, Wang Bei set up a camera opposite the two of them, and Bai Renzong said, "A bowl of beef noodle."

"Then I want beef noodles." Han Jiayi smiled, and Wang Bei smiled and said, "Beef offal."

"Okay!" Zhao Lun responded, and got busy in the shop with his wife.

Soon, three bowls of beef noodles/noodles were placed in front of the three of them.

Bai Renzong looked curiously at the bowl of beef offal noodles in front of him. The portion was indeed very large. This bowl of noodles was covered with beef offal. It is not expensive at all for 25 yuan a bowl.The soup base is a deep soy sauce color, and there are almost no oil stars.

"Did you give chili oil?" Bai Renzong asked the boss curiously.

"Yes, our family defaults to normal spicy." Zhao Lun nodded and said, "If you don't think it's spicy, you can give me more."

"I can't see it..." Bai Renzong muttered, but he himself is not a person who can eat spicy food, and after he has the tongue of God, he can't eat spicy food even more, so it doesn't matter if you give less chili.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks, put them in front of the camera, gestured, and then ate them in one bite.

A strong aroma of beef offal spreads in the mouth. From the taste, you can eat beef heart, hairy tripe, beef louver, beef tendon, mixed with Q-bouncy noodles, forming a rich taste, and a little bit of beef offal No taste at all.

Bai Renzong is actually not a person who likes to eat offal, especially after he has the tongue of God.

Because God's Tongue's sense of taste is too sensitive, even if it is not handled well, he can still taste the unique stench of internal organs.

But this bowl of beef giblets does not have the smell of internal organs at all, and the strong smell of spices is perfectly blended together.

"Oh! This soup base is really good!" Bai Renzong sighed, "Audience, only those who know how to know how powerful this soup base is. Generally, in order to suppress the fishy smell of internal organs, heavy spices are used, such as star anise and cardamom cumin, fennel, etc. These spices are very strong. But you can’t taste it in this bowl of offal..."

Speaking of this, Bai Renzong suddenly realized that something was wrong, and there was a slight tingling on his tongue, like a flame ignited, and slowly spread in his mouth.

It wasn't a burst of hotness all at once, but like a single spark, it burned the entire grassland bit by bit.

He forcibly endured and said: "And the one who mixed these...ahem, spices..."

Bai Renzong sniffed, then took a sip of mineral water, and continued: "It is this soup base that blends these spices together. According to the boss, their household... ahem, the soup base is more than 40 years old. The old soup base! Cough cough cough!"

Speaking of this, Bai Renzong finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the mineral water and drank it vigorously.

"Wow, it's so spicy..." Han Jiayi frowned after taking a bite, "Old Bai is not very good at spicy food, so he definitely can't stand this level of spiciness."

"I'll try it." Wang Bei looked at Bai Renzong who was sweating and coughing beside him, took a bite of his offal with great interest, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "Mmm! It's delicious! It's really spicy. too delicious!"

"This..." Bai Renzong looked at Niu Zamian in front of him in confusion, "Hiss...why? I didn't see any red oil! Hiss! Why is it so spicy!?"

"The secret is in our home-made old soup base!" Zhao Lun said proudly, "Instead of boiling chili oil and adding it in, we add chili pepper to the soup base and cook slowly, blending with the soup!"

"Ah, no wonder..." Bai Renzong took a sharp breath and said, "Water, hurry up, water!"

"Come on, drink mine!" Han Jiayi handed over her water, but Bai Renzong didn't care so much, took it and drank it.

"Oh, indirect kissing..." Wang Bei snickered while covering her mouth.

Han Jiayi poked her hard on the head: "Don't act like a child, can you? You still care about this when life and death are at stake!"

After drinking two bottles of water, Bai Renzong finally recovered and was able to speak normally.

"Continue?" Wang Bei tentatively asked while eating the powder.

Bai Renzong wiped his sweat with a napkin and nodded, but he was complaining in his heart: he drank two bottles of water after only one mouthful of noodles, what an evaluation! ?

"Hi everyone, I'm back..." Bai Renzong cleared his throat and said, "First of all, I would like to remind everyone that although the noodles in this restaurant do not seem to be served with chili oil, they are actually super spicy...their family has been using them for 40 years. The old soup base, the deep taste perfectly blends the strong flavor of spices together, and can properly suppress the stench of beef offal. Highly recommended..."

At the end, Bai Renzong felt the spicy taste on his tongue revived, so he spoke faster and faster: "It's the truth! It's not a business cooperation, and the boss didn't give money. But remember, this store is very spicy! And the minimum is this Spice level! Friends who can’t eat spicy food...don’t try it rashly!”

After saying this sentence with difficulty, Bai Renzong waved his hand: "No, no, no! That's it! I really like this bowl of noodles..."

Speaking of this, Bai Renzong looked at the bowl full of noodles. He was afraid of spicy food and felt sorry for the food. After weighing it over and over again, he could only let out a long sigh: "Oh, whatever...Xiaobei, help me buy a cup of mung bean soup, fight! "

In his heart, Bai Renzong began to complain: This visit to the store is really a blood loss, not to mention that he didn't make any money, and he almost lost his life!

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